I couldn't face either of her pieces last night, so went to bed instead. I was also unfaithful to my cats as I slept with next door's big boy who is definitely a bit poorly and is limping and sitting awkwardly. Good job they are back from hols today.
We could discuss the weather - it's chucking it down here but at least the woman up the road's cat has eaten his breakfast and not thrown it back - yet!
I finally started on my own 14 morning pills and looked at the Lizbot's offerings. First one al about how she adored football - ?? Don't think I've ever heard that before and frankly don't want to again. Neither am I interested in why she wastes money she hasn't got on buying Vogue. Move on.
In the Diary, as predicted, David makes a brief return and offers to do up his flat and share it with her. My first question: where are the dogs and cats going to go, not to mention Nic and her two horses plus Liz's two ponies? Then she has some sort of magical facelift and is told she stores her stress in her chin. Maye that's why it is so pointed? If so, what on earth does she keep in her nose?
She stays in the face lifter's flat and invites David round - how bluddy rude, if she hadn't asked the man's permission first. Anyway, now she's deciding whether or not to accept this offer (which sounds very refusable to me) I can only assume David has lost what marbles he had, as a small space shared between Liz, fag smoke, David and his grotty clothes sounds as attractive as herpes.
I am now quite looking forward to vacuuming and ironing - oh so much more interesting!